Columbia University School of Dental and Oral Surgery - Dental Columbian Yearbook (New York, NY)

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CLINICAL STAFF Florence V. Moore Director of Clinics

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Harry B. Van Dyke Herbert Bartelstone Maxwell Karshan Wesley Halpert S. W. Tannenbaum Ph.D., M.D. D.D.S. Ph.D. D.D.S. Ph.D. Solon A. Ellison D.D.S. Harry M. Rose Magnus I. Gregersen M.D. Ph.D. PUBLIC HEALTH Arthur Bushel D.D.S., M.P.H. MUSEUM CURATOR RESEARCH CLINICAL ORAL PHYSIOLOGY Curt Proskauer Irwin D. Mandel L. Laszlo Schwartz Charles M. Chayes Harold P. Cobin D.M.D. D.D.S. D.D.S. D.D.S. D.D.S. TECHNICIANS MAINTENANCE fo J k4 m y f fl m A jl Mb a T A 1 Mkim Nicholas Vero Robert Wrong Albert Catona William Gregory

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CLASS HISTORY MEMORIES IN THE MAKING A senior class history usually recounts events that are still fresh in the memory of a graduating senior. But how are those experiences recalled in later years? In the future, when we reminisce about Dental School, our recollections of these past four years will be charged with even more humor and pathos than we sense today. Considering the tricks that the passing of time plays upon our minds, let ' s speculate on how our memories will re-create our days in Dental School: Things were pretty tough when I studied dentistry! That was back in the days before flouridation, so we had to drill the decay out of teeth! We had forty-two students in our freshman class. We were of different sizes, shapes, ages, and back- grounds. But soon we all had our microscopes, our dental jackets, and our anatomy dissecting kits (more or less) and were of common purpose: to make our four years in school a lot of fun. I won ' t pretend that we didn ' t work and study plenty. There were a few moments of professional training (about twenty- one hours a day). But our class was chock-full of personalities — or characters if you prefer — who made academic classes the arena for healthful sport. For example: Histology lab: A group near the end of the alphabet used the period for football practice. This was rather annoying, especially when they used my eyepiece for a pigskin. Biochem lab: Some joker put a padlock on my reagent drawer one day. So Tublin, my neighbor, says, If I were you I ' d count to three and if the wise guy didn ' t take the lock off, I ' d spill fuming sulphuric acid on the lock; that would teach him. After thanking Tublin for the idea, and counting to three, I start to pour the acid. While the bubbles are foaming Tublin asks me, Say, isn ' t that your own lock? It ' s funny how the early impressions stick. Even today, when I hear the name of a man who was in my class, I picture him at his position at a table in Gross Anatomy — or the adjacent table hockey lounge. It Occlusal Rest Opening the bite was in that ninth floor lounge that a sophomore once came up and warned us about the evils of weaseling. Our class was aroused, and we decided that no one would think of weaseling. So, like all previous classes, we weasled without thinking. In the sophomore year, teamwork was in the air. Full denture technique set-ups were on an assembly line: each man set up one tooth and passed the articu- lator to the next student. The same fellows who had played tricks on each other now left their wives and shared rooms near school! That was the year when the class ' personality was somewhat subdued by the faculty ' s personality. I took my seat in the pharmacology amphitheater and found a very big man perched on a table. His feet were swinging idly and he gestured with an unlit cigarette. A hushed silence fell on the class. We had heard about this man ' s speed of lecturing, and we were ready for an onslaught; finally the professor spoke : Anybody got a match? The fourteen students sitting in the first row almost dropped their fourteen pens as they frisked their pockets. Several matches were thrust forward. The very big man lit up and started on a really exciting subject: How to show the drug supply man to the door while thumbing through G G for the side actions of the drugs he ' s selling. Then we moved into specific drugs. Today we are going to discuss the sulfones. One of this group is called DDS. The chemical structure . . . As the Lecturer droned on, we daydreamed of our own DDS, a drug of unusual characteristics, one of which is its ability to exite the nervous system and raise the blood pressure. The DDS we knew belongs to a group of drugs sometimes called professional poisons. The route of adminstration, fate, and excretion of D.D.S. is easy to understand. D.D.S. is taken in through the Admissions Office, and soon is found circulating throughout the Medical System. Its concentration falls significantly after two years because some of it is